Page 4 of Falling For My Assistant

Sean rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s fine, I understand. Mr. Donaldson rarely invites people he doesn't like to his party, so you getting an invitation is a huge deal.” She leaned close to him. “All the other assistants on this floor whose boss didn't get an invite will be very jealous.”

“They’ll be even more jealous when they hear you got to go,” he whispered, closing the distance left between them. “That is if you go with me.”

“Is Mr. Donaldson going to recognize me?” she asked, watching him move his hand back to his chair.

“I don't know, honestly. He knows who you are, though. Says you’re the best assistant I’ve ever had,” he replied with a shrug.

“He never gets my name right, but he knows who I am?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he replied, “He doesn't keep track of anyone’s names. His assistant is constantly reminding him of the correct names. That’s why she’s in all of his meetings.”

“Oh gosh, I hope he doesn't call me Erica all night,” she stated.

Her eyes rounded, and she pressed a hand to her mouth. “I wonder if it’s a memory thing though. Oh, I hope he’s all right. I’d hate for him to have something wrong with him.”

“I think we might have heard if something was wrong with him,” he said, catching her gaze. “But I’m sure he’s all right. Some people just don't quite have the head for names. My brother is that way.”

The clouds disappeared from her eyes, leaving behind the bright blue.

A memory flashed over him of two people in the file room, a warm feeling coursing through his blood, the heated flesh of a woman pressed to him, and two icy-blue eyes staring up at him.

He blinked, leaning back from her.

“Are you all right?”

He waved her off and stood. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you.”

Stepping back to his desk, he looked at her. “Does this mean you’ll go with me to the party?”

“I will.”